Stuck in a mental rut? I don't know. I've just been living, been open to feeling, experiencing, taking things in, from a safe distance. But I keep getting closer, trying to make things out, get a sense of what's going on, getting the bigger picture by focusing in an the details. That's all fine and dandy, but what if the paint's wet? Fire is pretty, but get to close...
So yeah, I'm in awe of the uncertainty of beautiful things in progress, of which I may play not part, wondering if I can contribute to their composition, if I am welcome to, and if that's a responsibility I have the character and fortitude to embrace and commit to. The thing about "don't talk about it, be about it" is, well, the first rule of fight club is...
Basically TBR (Toilet Bowl Reading).
Through 2014 each post was named for a song, which is linked in its title. click to listen (preferably launch in a new tab or window though)
2015 onward: I have no clue what will inspire my rambling, as if I needed anything in the first place? The reigns are off, and the rambling truly begins.
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